Exploring the fantasies and delusions of one woman inside two trying to just "Be"

Friday, August 13, 2010

you wounded meyet i don't know whyi loved youperhaps more than you loved youperhaps more than i loved menot any longeri am done.my arms are tired of reaching between the bladesfingers nicked to the bone did you acquired the taste of my own bloodmore than yours?did you enjoy the smell of my tearssince they reminded you of authentic?what was it about me you hated so much?what was it about you i loved so much?let me count the ways...i had your backeven when your bully eye was on minedid the first cut cause you to salivate?did the healing cause you to smile?did curiosity make you crave the cut again?i get itbut you never got mecause i love youand it sux that i still do.funny thing is...well its just funny i choose to write about this on THIS day.